Chapter 205 What A Pity To Be A Doctor
With a stern gaze, Eric stared at the trembling intern sitting next to Chandler. He walked over with an indifferent expression. The head of the planning department immediately followed and said with a chuckle, “Mr. Snow wants to sit in your place. Hurry up and stand up.”
Mandy seemed to have found her savior. “Understood, sir.” However, before she could stand. up. Chandler’s hand had already grabbed her. “Hey, his return doesn’t stop us from drinking. Young lady, you can’t even drink. How are you going to conduct yourself in the workplace? It seems like you’ve just graduated recently! Come… let me teach you.”
“There’s no need for Mr. Hackett to worry about how the employees under my department. should behave.”
Eric gripped Chandler’s wrist, gradually increasing his strength.
Suddenly, the atmosphere froze.
Chandler felt a pang of pain in his wrist. However, due to his pride and the presence of so many people around, he managed to keep his face expressionless.
In the end, Chandler admitted defeat with a chuckle. “I was just joking around. Don’t take it seriously, Mr. Snow. Come and take a seat. Let’s have a drink together. We can talk about. something else.”
Mandy was quickly escorted out by the head of the planning department, leaving only a few experienced employees discussing matters.
Years ago, Chandler accidentally killed someone. Little did he know, the victim’s family turned out to be quite troublesome, giving him quite a headache.
To deal with these troubles, he ventured into ungoverned zones and also sought help from the Swan family. Chandler had a fair understanding of the methods the Swans employed.
No matter what, he was the local thug in Hulbury. Even the higher-ups couldn’t control him.
Chandler was wary of him, but at the same time, he also felt contempt and disdain.
The Swan family is nothing more than an underground rat’s nest. Sooner or later… they will inevitably be taken down by someone.
The Hackett family might not be extremely wealthy, but at the very least, our lineage alone is enough to trample over Eric. What does he have to be so smug about?
After all, given his background, even if he worked hard all his life, he wouldn’t get anywhere
Following the usual business collaboration process, after having a meal and a few drinks, the next stop would be the casino at Primas Plaza. The casino there was licensed and operated as a legitimate business.
After three hours, Chandler’s hearty laughter filled the entire elevator. “Mr. Snow, you’ve really outdone yourself, losing a million and eight hundred thousand. Once this project is completed, I must treat you to a good meal. After all, I can’t let you spend this money for nothing.”
Gavin pressed the elevator button to go to the first-floor lobby. Eric’s expression remained calm, without much change. He nodded. “I, of course, am pleased to oblige.”
Suddenly, Chandler thought of something and mentioned, “Oh right, I heard your girl fell into the water when I was at the Friedman residence last time. Is she okay?”
Eric suddenly met Chandler’s gaze, which was filled with laughter. A fleeting chill pa*sed through his eyes, barely noticeable. Noticing Eric’s gaze, Chandler felt his heart skip a beat.
Unknowingly, goosebumps formed on his arms.
“There’s nothing to worry about.”
“That’s good! That’s good!”
Chandler breathed a sigh of relief as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.
Walking to the first-floor lobby, he watched Chandler leave.
Gavin spoke up. “Mr. Snow, I don’t understand why you’re going easy on him! Over a million. is not a small amount. If Mr. Swan finds out, he will definitely be furious!”
“Over a million and thirty… Is that a lot?”
Eric was suddenly lost in thought.
To my knowledge, that designer’s custom pieces start at no less than three million, and they only take on ten orders a year.”
Til go upstairs to change into something else”
Mc Eileen, there’s no need to worry It’s just a piece of clothing As long as you like it, even i
were to be burnt Mr Jasper wouldn’t mind at all
Gavin didn’t know what he was up to, but his actions at the casino today truly lett hun puzzled leseemed like Fru deliberately lost to Chandler
However no thatter what he did there was always this mexpla alle trust be tospired Event
he were to commit a crime as grave as murder or arson, Gavin would still believe in him wholeheartedly.
“Mr. Snow?” Gavin looked at the person beside him, lost in thought, wondering what he was thinking about.
Could it be that he’s thinking about the matter concerning Vera?
Indeed, Mr. Snow and Vera have shared a deep bond since childhood, and then such an incident happened at the Friedman residence!
Tonight, Chandler was still quite pleased with himself, thinking he could deceive everyone. However, what he didn’t realize was that his every move was completely under their control as if they knew him like the back of their hand.
The negotiation for collaboration with the Hackett family this time was nothing more than setting a trap for Chandler to fall into.
Having been by Eric’s side for so many years, how could Gavin not understand his character?
No matter who it was, he would always be ruthless enough. Furthermore, he never goes easy on himself either.
These self-proclaimed aristocrats, who think highly of themselves, are nothing more than puppies just out of the nest in Eric’s eyes. He finds it easy to handle them.
Gavin reminisced about everything they had been through in the past.
Eric was the only one he willingly submitted to and, even more so, the one he preferred to follow.
On the drive back, Eric’s brows were tightly furrowed, his face showing signs of pain. It was as if he was suffering from a stomach ailment. This wasn’t a result of irregular eating habits but a remnant of an incident from years ago when he was transporting goods. He was ambushed and stabbed, the blade piercing his stomach, leaving him with this lingering issue. Today, Eric had indeed drunk quite a bit.
Seeing him in this state, Gavin didn’t think twice and quickly rushed him to the hospital.
Half an hour later, Eric woke up groggily to find Zachary standing by his bedside, adjusting the rate of his IV drip. “You’re quite resilient,’ he remarked. “If I had arrived a moment later, you might have required surgery. Thankfully, there are no signs of gastric bleeding at the moment. You knew you couldn’t handle alcohol, yet you insisted on drinking until now I’m curious, who is worth risking your life for?”
Entremamed silent Zachary pulled up a chair and sat beside his bed tapping his leg as lac poodered. “Could it be that you can’t accept the DNA test repon that proves youre related to
Will? And perhaps, thinking that you can’t be with Eileen, you turned to heavy drinking?”
Eric replied, “It’s a shame that with your imagination, you chose to become a doctor instead of a scriptwriter.”
“You still have the energy to joke around. It seems like you’re not in too much pain. Your a*sistant has gone to buy you some oatmeal. Considering our long acquaintance, I’ll give you one last warning-smoking is tolerable, but drinking alcohol is not. Right now, gastrointestinal bleeding should be the least of your concerns. If your stomach were to rupture and stomach acid started corroding your organs, it wouldn’t be as simple as lying in
bed for a week.”
As soon as Zachary finished speaking, a figure rushed into the ward. “Eric!”
It was Vera.
Soon, Gavin appeared at the door. “I bumped into Ms. Vera in the elevator.”
Eric averted his gaze, focusing it on Vera. “I’m fine,” he a*sured her.
“How can you be okay? Didn’t I tell you that you can’t drink alcohol? Why won’t you listen? Eric…” Vera cried in front of Eric, tears streaming down her face.
Gavin silently placed the oatmeal he had just bought on the bedside table, then left the ward.
Zachary also stood up, his hands tucked into the pockets of his Blake coat. “Since your girlfriend is here, we can discuss Eileen’s situation another time. I won’t disturb the two of you any longer.”
